Friday, July 16, 2010

B is for Phone Poetry

Go to bed dry and hope to wake up the same
The shame of wanting.
Life on this cold belly.
I should’ve been on a belly.
Took the moral high ground
Cock. Bull. Same Story.
Watch the world run down like sweat on my face.
Salty.
I hear her kiss is sweet.
Still I stay…
Away.

Away from touching
And grabbing
And sucking in oxygen wrapped in pores
Wide open
For me
If I wanted to…
And I did want to.
BUT FOR the honor of Deity.
Instead of the love of…

Of Wanting

© Tracy J Hutchings - 15/07/10

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